The day had finally arrived.
Fixing the collar of my Victorian-style military uniform, I adjusted the red rounded collar, straightened my military cap, and tugged on the cap-like blazer over the uniform.
I tied my hair behind my neck, styling the front into a neat sixty-forty part.
"You look good."
My head snapped toward Beatrice, who was sipping tea on my bed.
"Thank you, but what are you doing?"
Beatrice raised a brow. "Drinking."
"I can see that much."
I quickly looked away from her. Seeing her after almost going all the way with her sister was… awkward.
Placing the cup on the chair, she muttered, "Are you ready, Mister Apex?"
I turned to her and shut one eye. "What do you think?"
Her face brightened, even though her expression didn't change.
It was a strange quirk only she could pull off, or maybe it was just me who noticed it.
"Now, let's go, my disciple."
I nodded, then paused. "You're not going to use the front door, right?"
